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// Epilogue 
// Story: More Than Buddies 
// by Crowley 
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Oh hey, the door’s unlocked.

Usually, you expect your roommate to be out on one of his walks at this time. Odd how he happens to be in right now - or maybe he forgot to lock it.

You trot through the door, coming face-to-face with your earth-pony roommate himself. He seems unusually clean from a day out walking, so maybe he’s getting ready for some other engagement.

“About time you got back,” he says, “I was just about to leave on a date!”

“Sorry about that,” you explain, “I just got back from a date myself.” And by date, you meant the best three hours you’ve had in years. Not that he’d need to know that.

“Really?” he fixes you with a brief look of surprise, “Tell me all about it later, once I get back, I don’t wanna be late for this.”

Just as he’s about to leave, a stray thought crops up - your roommate has never mentioned finding a girlfriend before! Did he find a girl on his walks?

“How did you suddenly meet a girl pony anyway?”

“Don’t ask. Where did you get the black eye from?”

“Don’t ask.”